Fifty years ago, on those hot, sweltering mosquito infested nights in SE Asia, not having bug repellent, I used to spray myself down with DDT laden bug killer. Soaked myself in it. It worked. And I’m still here.
When I was a kid in New Orleans in the late 60’s the only thing that drew as much attention as the Ice cream truck in the neighborhood was the mosquito fogger truck spewing a cloud of DDT behind it.
We used to chase that thing on our bicycles riding in and out of the cloud like children following the Pied Piper.
There were no mosquitos I ever felt while in the North.Lucky for us.
I never did take those little experimental Malaria pills they
pushed on us.
You can drink it and it won’t hurt you.
Too bad we all died early.
...oh wait...